❝Blue Spring.❞ - [SATOSUGU COLLECTION]

01. Winter.

(Fluff.)

Geto had always hated the cold.

He hated how it nipped at your limbs, forcing you to shiver. He hated how the cold gusts of air nearly knocked you over.

He didn't like the winter season one bit. But he would at least bare it, for Gojo's sake.

It was like they were polar opposites in every aspect. No wonder they were so drawn to eachother.

"Suguru, it snowed some more today" Gojo beamed, peering out of his dorm room window.

Geto curled up in his bed, practically feeling the frosty air crowd his dorm. He pulled the sheets over himself.

"mhm, that's good Satoru." He could care less about the snow. He felt the small bed shift in weight, notifying that Gojo was near. A tender hand came to his shoulder.

"C'mon! Let's go out there!" He pleaded, shaking him abruptly. "No. I'd rather stay warm inside." His stubborn voice spoke, shaking off the other boy's touch.

"I'll keep you warm. Just come on! It'll be fun, I promise." he begged, not letting up from his shoulder.

He could be a bit of a brat sometimes—always seeming to get his way. His tone was one he couldn't ignore.

And Gojo seemed to know that. Geto wouldn't say no to him. He let out a drawn groan, sitting up from the bed. "...Fine." He reluctantly agreed, not an ounce of excitement shown on his face.

They got dressed appropriately before Gojo dashed out of the room, holding onto Geto's wrist as he rushed outside.

Geto nearly stumbled over his own feet, his head nearly bumping into Gojo's back along the way.

Once He opened the doors, a cold gust of air blew into his face, the familiar feeling he loathed crawling over his skin. The frosty air bit at his nose, a numbing feeling in return.

"I hate this" he mumbled to himself, crossing his arms as he tried to retrieve the lost warmth.

"Don't be like that, Suguru." Gojo urged, taking in the cold air as if it was the best thing in the world. How did he not hate this feeling?

"what did you even want to come out here for? To make a snowman?" He had a sardonic edge to his voice, not at all enjoying this.

Gojo snickered. "Maybe." He took in Geto's facial expressions and soon drew one conclusion. He wasn't happy. "aww, are you cold? I'll warm you up~" He teased, opening his arms invitingly.

Geto puffed out his cheeks, his eyes fleeted to the snowy floor. "I don't need your warmth."

That was clearly a lie. He was shivering like a wet dog in the rain. It made Gojo chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around Geto regardless, enveloping him in his warmth. The black haired boy unconsciously held him back, making up for the lost heat.

"Still don't need my warmth?" He asked, a playful grin dancing upon his lips.

"No" He replied rather quickly, still unwilling to let the other boy go.

"awhhh, why so cold?" Gojo asked, only to later realize his joke. "Pun intended."

It was cheesy. But Geto couldn't help but laugh. "That's so stupid."

"But you laughed, didn't you?" He did. "yeah, only because it was stupid." Geto said in attempts to justify himself, a smile matching Gojo's as he did.

"hmm, okay, sure" He replied, completely unconvinced. He held Geto securely in his arms, feeling quite content of their shared body heat.

It felt nice to be in Gojo's arms. he liked the fuzzy feeling he got from it.

"mmm, Suguru. I'm still a little cold" He coyly spoke, a small yet cunning smile starting to spread across his face.

"Where?" Geto asked, wanting him to be warm too. Gojo tapped on his own lips with his finger.

"Idiot," He muttered, a little flustered by his playful nature. "Are you not gonna warm them up?"

He was waiting expectantly for a kiss that he'd most definitely enjoy. Gojo even closed his eyes and had his lips puckered.

What an Idiot..

Geto let out an exhale through his nose, leaning forward to press their lips together briefly.

It lasted only for a few moments before the black haired boy pulled away. "Happy?"

"I think they still need some warming up" Gojo jested, expectant for another kiss.

He wanted Geto to entertain his suggestions, knowing he'd fall for it almost every time.

"I'm going back inside." Geto huffed, tearing away from his embrace, making his way to the doors of the school. "You can't just do that!" Gojo whined, chasing after him.

Finally. Proper heat at last. He was flooded with a tingly yet comforting feeling all around, just what warmth was.

Gojo made it inside too, just realizing how cold he was. But it immediately melted away once he got inside of the school.

"I'll make you some hot chocolate." Geto offered, craving some himself as he made his way to the school's built-in kitchen.

"Yes!" Gojo cheered, hastily following him there.

For the rest of the day, they relaxed in the comfort of the dorms, enjoying each other's company and hot chocolate.